Robin came in shortly afterwards, and seemed much more pleased than he had on finding the mule the previous day. If he noticed that the horse had been mentally transformed then he showed no sign of it. "Good job, Boy, I knew I was right to pick you out." Mika felt a glow of satisfaction and pride as the innkeeper continued, "That's a fine looking stallion. If you keep churning 'em out like that then we'll be in the money for sure. You've earned your time off tomorrow."
"Uh, thank you, Master, sir," Mika grinned happily.
Then, to Mika's surprise, Robin added with a distasteful glance down at the stableboy's crotch, "Do take care of that, though, it's unsightly."
Mika looked down as well and found that his already large tool was now even larger, having grown hard and aroused during the transformation. "Huh?" He realized that the transformation had excited him, in more ways than one. His cock was hard, his heart was pounding, and he found that, aside from panicking over the thought of being crushed, he had actually enjoyed transforming the noble very much. He liked the idea of transforming someone, changing their form and their mind and giving them a new life.
Suddenly, he was single-minded. He moaned slightly as his hands flew to his massive, erect organ. Robin smirked and left him to take care of it. Which he did, repeatedly and pleasurably. Finally, after tiring himself out, he set about his stable chores, first grooming the newly-minted Clydesdale stallion (who reacted with affection, slightly jarring after trying to crush Mika so shortly before), and then the mules and other animals, then mucking out the stalls and cleaning the stable. Even though it was only his second night as a stableboy his chores felt like a comfortably familiar routine that he could perform without thinking, so he thought less and less and felt himself growing more content, duller. Night set in, and eventually (after taking care of himself a few more times) Mika curled up in the straw in an empty stall and drifted off to sleep.
*****
"Wake up, Boy!" Robin knocked on the wall to accentuate his point.
Mika groaned as he blearily came to. It was still slightly dark. Early morning, maybe, just before dawn. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, not noticing or caring about how dirty or naked he was. "Why do I gotta wake up so early, don't I have the day off?"
Robin shook his head. "No. Damn, maybe I made you too dumb. You only had part of the day off, after finishing chores. But there's a problem and plans have changed."
"Huh?" Mika asked dully, scratching his head. He seemed to be doing that more, now.
Robin sighed. "Turns out that noble shit was more noble than I thought. The son of the Duke of Brant, not the Count of Brand. He's got some powerful friends back home, and a powerful father most of all. If word got out that he disappeared in Lavenguard then it would be trouble, and that's the last thing we need. Better to stay safe and stop word from getting out by transforming everyone else in the party he was with."
Mika remembered the party, which he had seen on his first night in Lavenguard. He now remembered that the young noble warrior had been among them, along with a lithe, roguish-looking human, a human wizard just a few years older than Mika, a slender elf in ranger's garb, and a burly, cantankerous dwarf (not that there was any other kind of dwarf). Mika nodded slowly. "Uh, okay, sir, how d'you want me to change 'em?"
"Well, I doubt you'll be getting a chance to play today like I promised you, but I still think you deserve a reward for your good work yesterday. Plus, I'd like to see how you do by yourself. So, I'll let you choose." Robin smiled evilly. "Surprise me."
Mika nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir, thank you, sir." Robin smiled again and left, and a few minutes later the first member of the party entered the stable...